Every lover I've had just didn't feel right. Something was always missing. We never clicked the way lovers were supposed to. It was awkward and I never felt completely present in the relationships. I never realized what I was missing, until I heard about him on the news. Only 23, he died in a car accident. I didn't understand it as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Never before had I met this boy, yet my heart broke seeing the world lose him. At night, I would find myself thinking of the face that flashed across my tv screen. '23 year old Cassian Silver. Died today in a terrible accident including an 18 wheeler and his Chevy pickup' the words repeating over and over again until all I could see was his face. I was missing something. There was a whole in my heart. For the boy, maybe. For love, for something I couldn't put my finger on. Then suddenly a wave of calmness washes over me. It was almost as if someone took a hold of my hand, whispering in my ear sweet reassurance. Someone was there. That missing something, laying beside me holding my hand. And Cassian's face, a stranger, flashed in my mind once more. Bring me total and utter piece. The missing part.
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Short stories
Short StoryShort stories by meee. I post little stories in the comment sections on pintrest and people seemed to really like them so I decided I'd make a book.
